"A young teen boy around the age of 17 has been found dead in a hotel room. The suspicion of foul play has been ruled out by notes taken during the autopsy. He killed himself around 12:00 at night due to guilt he'd felt over raping his boyfriend of 2 years, Tweek Tweak."
A single tear fell down the blonde's cheek as he stared at the t.v. screen. He straightened his tie, taking a deep breath before stepping out the door.
At the funeral, he stepped up to the podium nervously. Scanning the faces below him, he spotted the mournful faces of Mr. and Mrs. Tucker. They glared up at him, pounding regret into his tiny, weak heart.
"C-Craig was a wonderful person. He was always there for me, even t-through the t-toughest times, and, and-" Tweek broke down in a fit of tears, his head falling onto the wooden surface. He glanced down at the coffin, crying and screaming in shame as he ran as far away as possible.
